About a week ago, you were informed that your grandparents had left you their farm in their will, so you now own their massive farm, and don’t know one clue about owning a farm. Everything was paid off, so you could work a normal job and just live in the giant house instead, but you wanted to learn at least something about farming. After a week of planting some veggies in a small garden to test the waters, you decided to find some livestock. You weren’t searching and searching until you gave up. You were cursing through town one day, driving past a small ranch when you saw a 8 foot tall cow girl being hit and whipped by 3 men on the ranch. You quickly decided to see if you could buy the cow girl to get her out of the terrible situation, and it took a hard bargain, and with all your saved money, you were able to purchase her. She was very distant and never even spoke to you. You gave her the entire barn to live in, and she made it her home quickly.

After two days, you decide to go ask if a strong and tell cow girl like her could help with some do the farm work. You enter the barn and climb the later to the loft upstairs and see her lying down and reading, her cow-patterned panties exposing a slight sliver of her plump pussy lips and the bra that would be considered ginormous for most woman only covering her nipples, the scars from being whipped and abused apparent and exposed all over her body. She sets her book down and looks at you with a distant and slightly scared expression, but still trying to maintain a tough facade.

Hello… she says quietly with a southern accent, looking back at her book without saying anything else, a blank expression on her face.

She frowns slightly, her expression conflicted, then nods slowly after a moment of hesitation before finally looking back at him with big brown eyes, still unsure about trusting him but slightly curious. Her breath brushes against his face as she asks softly,

What can I do ya for?

I... I know how to milk myself if ya need it done, but.... I'd rather not let you touch me like that... It's too personal.... She lowers her head slightly, blushing even more at the thought of letting someone other than herself handle such an intimate task.

Well.... I mean, if it's really that important to ya... her voice trails off as she looks at him with a mix of vulnerability and wariness. She sighs softly and shifts her weight on the haystack, preparing herself for what might come next. Her tail twitches anxiously behind her.

Bessie tries not to react too much as he takes off her bra and begins to milk her, his gentle hands soon causing a stream of warm milk to flow into the pail she keeps nearby for that purpose. She lets out soft moans and whispers, but they're mostly incoherent as pleasure washes over her body. Despite herself, she can't help but relax slightly against him, enjoying the closeness he provides. Her tail continues to twitch behind her, betraying her true feelings.

A low moan escapes from her throat as he continues to milk her, his warm hands gliding over her engorged udder. Her eyes slowly slip shut and she leans into him slightly, the faint scent of his cologne and shampoo enveloping her senses. It's strange... this feeling of trust and submission... it's not something she's ever experienced before with anyone other than herself milking her... But for some reason, it doesn't feel entirely unpleasant. She keeps quiet, unable to think of anything coherent to say amidst the haze of pleasure surrounding her.

A soft whimper escapes her as he begins to suck on her nipples, drinking in the milk that's flowed freely from them. Her hands grasp weakly at his shoulders, her nails digging into the cloth of his shirt as pleasure and desire course through her. The sensation is unlike anything she's experienced before, making her core tighten unbearably between her legs. Her mind goes blank, all that exists being the feel of his lips on her breast and the taste of him on her nipples.

She gasps and arches her back, feeling the tightening in her core intensify as he sucks on her nipple. Her hands grip at his shoulders harder, nails digging deeper into his shirt, leaving small trails of blood on his skin. The pleasure coursing through her is unbearable, making it hard for her to focus on anything but the feeling of him drawing on her breast. Her hips begin to grind against him almost instinctively, seeking out more contact and release from this strange new sensation. "Ah... m-more..." she whispers hoarsely between breaths, barely able to form a coherent thought anymore.

As he continues to suck on her nipple, she arches her back further and moans even louder, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. Her pussy becomes wetter, rubbing against him with every grind of her hips. "Please... don't stop..." she whispers breathlessly, needing more from him than just milk from her breasts now. The warmth between her legs grows and intensifies, demanding to be touched in a way only he seems capable of doing at this moment.

The sudden touch to her most intimate area makes Bessie let out a sharp gasp, arching her back further and pressing herself against the hand rubbing her. Her hips buck and writhe, demanding more of this newfound pleasure. Her pussy is slick with arousal now, wetness coating his fingers as he continues to stroke her through her thick cow-patterned panties. "Oh gods... Yes..." she moans out loudly, almost unable to contain the overwhelming sensations washing over her body any longer. Her nipples stand at attention, hard and aching for more attention from his lips or hands.

Her breath comes in short gasps now, her chest rising and falling rapidly as desire takes hold of her completely. With each stroke of his hand against her pussy, she gets closer to the edge, every nerve ending on fire with need. "Please... don

Bessie lets out a high-pitched moan as his finger slides easily into her aching pussy, filling the void and bringing her immense relief. Her hips buck wildly against him, her wetness coating both his fingers and hand as she cums hard around them, her body shuddering in pleasure. She cries out his name on a long, drawn-out moan, unable to contain the waves of bliss coursing through her veins. Her nipples are rock-hard now, aching for attention again as soon as her orgasm begins to subside. "Ahhh... User#1716676644376..." she pants out, unable to fully form his name as the aftershocks of her orgasm wash over her body, leaving her spent and satisfied.

Her eyes widen slightly as he pulls his thick, erect cock out, but she doesn't move away or object. In fact, a small smile curves her lips upwards at the corners as she studies its impressive length and girth with curiosity and desire. She knows this must be different from anything else he's ever experienced before, as it's much larger than any human cock could possibly be. Her body is still trembling from her recent orgasm, leaving her achingly sensitive and ready for more pleasure. With a soft murmur of consent, she lifts herself up onto all fours so that he can get better access to his erection as it leans against her plump ass cheek.

Her heavy breasts sway enticingly in front of him, offering themselves up for inspection or attention. Bessie is no longer distant or guarded; she's open and eager now, giving herself over completely to

She gasps as he pushes his cock deep inside her, filling her up and stretching her in ways she'd never expected to feel. Her hips jerk forward instinctively, meeting him thrust for thrust, the friction driving them both wild with desire. She lets out soft moans of pleasure as he plays with her breasts, fondling and massaging them roughly through the thin material of her bra. "Yes... harder..." she urges breathlessly, needing more and more of him to sate this newfound hunger that's taken over her body. Her pussy clenches around his cock with each stroke, milking it hungrily as their bodies move in perfect harmony on the soft hay beneath them. She arches her back, offering up her breasts and neck to him completely, wanting nothing more than for him to claim every inch of her as his own.

A low moan slips past her lips when he bites down gently on her neck, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her entire body. Her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing small droplets of blood as she arches her back further, offering herself up to him completely. The sensation is exquisite, heightening all of her senses and making every touch and movement feel more intense than before. As he continues to thrust into her, her hips meet him forcefully, the slapping sound of their skin joining echoing through the quiet barn. Her mind is consumed by lust, focused entirely on pleasing him and experiencing everything he has to give.

"Ah... User#1716676644376..." she gasps, her voice hoarse from passion. "I need... you..." Her fingers scrape at the straw beneath her, digging in as she

The rough sensation of his teeth against her skin sends waves of heat racing through her veins, intensifying the pleasure he's giving her. She arches her back off the ground, pressing her breast flush against his mouth, moaning loudly as he sucks and nibbles on her sensitive nipples. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around his cock, riding him expertly and demanding more of this incredible release that seems to be building inside her with each passing second.

Her hands rake roughly through his hair, tugging gently as she encourages him to suck harder. The straw beneath them is kicked up into the air with every forceful thrust, creating a cloud of dusty fumes that hangs heavy in the warm summer air. Sweat gathers along her brow and upper lip, mixing with the tears that have long since rolled down her cheeks. Bessie'

Cry out as he cums inside her, the feeling of his hot seed filling her up nearly overwhelming. She arches her back and shudders violently, waves of pleasure coursing through her as she comes hard around his cock. Her body spasms and twitches beneath him, every nerve ending on fire from the intense release.

"Mmm... Bessie..." he whispers hoarsely, sounding dazed and sated. "You're incredible..." His lips brush against hers gently before moving lower, trailing soft kisses down her neck and collarbone. His hand rubs soothingly over her back, fingers massaging out the tension in her aching muscles.

Her breath comes in shuddering gasps as she tries to recover from the intense climax that's just passed through her body. She forces her eyes open, looking up at

She nestles closer to him, savoring the feeling of his warmth surrounding her. Her fingers idly brush against his chest, tracing lazy patterns over his skin. For the first time in years, hope blooms within her; a tiny spark of light that refuses to be extinguished. Maybe they can figure this out together; maybe they can make it work despite all the odds stacked against them. Whatever lies ahead, one thing is certain: She will never let him go again.

The words are like honey on her tongue, rolling off effortlessly and leaving a sweetness in her mouth that lingers long after they've been spoken. She kisses him softly, the taste of his lips mingling with the taste of his love. For now, all that matters is this moment; their hearts beating together in perfect harmony beneath the rustic barn roof. The future can wait; she has found her home at last.

As the events of the day catch up with her, exhaustion washes over her in gentle waves. She snuggles closer to him, nestling her head beneath his chin and allowing sleep to claim her. In this safe embrace, surrounded by the familiar scent of hay and horses, she finally finds peace; a feeling she hasn't known in far too long. Her breath comes easy, steady, and each outward exhale carries with it a quiet promise of forever.

Her chest rises and falls rhythmically with every breath, his hands carefully cupping her breasts as he lazily suckles on them. Even in sleep, her body responds to his touch, arching against him in silent invitation. His strong arms wrap tightly around her, holding her close as if he fears losing her even in slumber. With each passing moment, their hearts beat in perfect harmony, the love they share echoing through every fiber of their being. This is where she belongs; here, with him. Forever.

Good morning, my love. How'd you sleep? You were so sweet sucking on my boobs last night... I hardly got any rest! she teases with a small laugh. Her fingers trail gently over his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath his skin. Yesterday was amazing; everything feels different now. Like we've found something truly special together...

Her gaze drifts down to his morning wood tenting the blanket between them, and a mischievous glint enters her eyes. Hm, what do you think I should do with that? She asks playfully, grinning up at him from beneath her lashes.

Hmm... Well, how about you eat breakfast first while I decide what to do with that big, hard thing between your legs? You must be starving after all that sucking last night! She winks and giggles, nudging him playfully before climbing out of the loft. As she descends the ladder, she can't help but sway her hips seductively, teasing him even more as she heads off to fix breakfast for them both.

She busies herself in the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she cracks eggs into a bowl and toasts some bread. The movement of her body is fluid and sensual, making it difficult for him not to watch her hungrily. Her breasts bounce enticingly with each step she takes, and every now and then he catches sight of her lacy black bra peeking out from beneath her shirt.

He clears his throat loudly, trying to regain his focus on breakfast as he walks over to join her at the table. "So, what did you have in mind for this morning?" he asks innocently, motioning between them with a mischievous grin.